Poetry

Awake

child awake

 

The cuckoo clock coos once. Dad’s snores echo through the house. I roll onto my side, still wide-awake. My eyes are tired but my mind keeps running. I have to be alert.

Those snores could stop any moment; I must be ready.

(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (29 April 2015)

 

Image Source: Pixabay

 

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  • Rachna
    29 April 2015 at 2:06 pm

    Cute slice of life.

  • CookieCrumbsInc.
    29 April 2015 at 5:51 pm

    Horrifying :/ Depraved bastards.

    • Sanch, the writer
      29 April 2015 at 11:29 pm

      Thanks…obviously the story did what it was intended to.

  • Kathy Combs
    30 April 2015 at 1:28 am

    The implications are clear and completely horrifying. I can feel the child’s fear and tension. No wonder the poor dear is awake!!
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  • Darshana Kalyanpur
    30 April 2015 at 4:08 am

    This is a subject close to my heart Saanch. You’ve done justice to it. Well written.

  • Silverleaf
    1 May 2015 at 12:48 am

    Oh! That was like a punch to the stomach. Well done, and successfully horrifying.
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